Encounters with an Icy Table
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It was ready yesterday, but ff.net wasn't…here it is:
Chapter 5
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Everything was fuzzy. As Scott woke up, it was hard to focus on anything. He felt like his head was full of cotton. His side hurt, like it had been pressed down for too long. He probably had remained in the same position all night. He came to realize that he was lying on the freezing cold table in the med lab. Jean was laying next to him. Why was she here? For that matter, why was he here? Suddenly, he remembered. All of his feelings of anguish came rushing back. But why wasn't she in the other bed? Why was she laying with him? At least it indicated that she'd woken up.
Scott struggled and sat up. Jean was laying on her back. Her shirt had shifted a bit, and on her left side was displayed a ring of purple. Scott stared at this spot. It went from her belly button to her back, past where he could see. It also, he guessed, went far up underneath her shirt, too. It was huge. He had done this too her. He bit his lip and quickly climbed off the table. This woke up Jean, who sat up just in time to see Scott running out of the room. She sighed. She had really wanted to talk to him. Slowly she hoisted herself off of the table and padded off in search of him.
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"So tell me about Barbie," Bobby requested excitedly.
"Barbie?" Hank asked, with a smirk.
"Warren went out with a hot chick named Barbie last ngiht."
"Warren, why do all your girlfriends have names that make them sound like bimbos?"
"Ha. Ha. Warren retorted.
Hank laughed. "But do tell."
Warren smiled. "Now Barbie I met cause she's Candy's friend…"
"That sounds like trouble," Bobby grinned.
"Well, maybe, but she was game. In fact, she called me."
"Less backstory more date stories."
"She's got long blond hair, nice curves," Warren indicated as he described. "And, oh my god was she good in bed."
"Warren!" came Jean's voice from the hall. "Are you being crass again?"
Jean walked into the room. She had taken a shower and her hair was now pulled back into two pigtails.
"Hey! You're up!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Indeed. Have you seen Scott?"
"No, actually." Hank admitted. "He wasn't there when you woke up"
"I woke up to him scurrying out of the room."
"That's odd. Oh, Jean, I want to run some tests on you later."
"Why?"
"You're a med student. You know why. To make sure there's no damage that I missed. That was a pretty strong blow you took."
"Okay, but after I find Scott."
"Depends how long that takes you."
"Why is he avoiding her now, after we had to drag him off her last night?" Warren questioned.
"Scott is extremely upset about what happened," Hank explained.
"But wouldn't he want to be with her then?"
"I think," Jean interrupted. "That he knew I'd woken up because I was laying on his table."
"You're were laying on his table?" Bobby laughed.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I was concerned about him. He was in such a deep sleep."
"We just gave him a sleeping pill," Warren explained.
"I know. Hank told me. But I was still concerned. It bothered me, by the way, that you guys drugged him. Anyways, I don't think he knows what to say, so he's hiding."
"Thank Freud." Warren quipped.
"Sure you haven't read his mind?" Bobby snickered.
"No! I don't' do that. He's a very private person. And I respect that. I would never read his mind without permission."
"Okay, okay."
Jean sat at the table and Warren pushed the cereal towards her.
"Lot of good that does her without a bowl," Bobby laughed. Warren glared at him, but started to stand up to retieve one for her.
"Sit down!" Jean ordered. "I can get it from here." With her teke, she opened the cupboard and pulled out a bowl.
"That's such a cool trick."
"Bobby," Warren muttered. "We all have some pretty cool tricks. Make my juice a popsicle."
Bobby grinned and pointed his finger at the glass. The liquid froze instantly.
"Now tell me about Barbie's cool tricks."
"Of course."
Jean shook her head. "Okay, I'm out of here. See you guys later."
"Noon." Hank reminded her.
"Gotcha," Jean turned to the doorway. She heard footsteps in the hallway. Scott. Where was he going? She concentrated hard. He was running along the corridor upstairs. She turned around and started for the other staircase up.
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"Did you catch up to him" Hank asked.
"No!"
"He managed to avoid you all morning?"
"Yeah, we played an elaborate game of hide and seek for two and half hours."
Hank laughed.
"Now he's making me mad. I want to talk to him dammit!"
"Oooh. Calm down there."
"And I'm concerned about him, y'know. He's so bothered by what happened."
Hank nodded. "You two were starting to get very close. Lay back, Jeannie." He lifted her shirt a bit to expose the bruised area. He looked at it puzzled for a moment.
"What's wrong?".
"I was looking at the specs on the power of Scott's blasts this morning. All evidence indicates that you should have been hurt much worse."
"My teke probably kicked in a split second too late. If Toad hadn't been holding me, I would have been on top of it enough to not get hit at all. The blast wasn't prolonged, either. I mean, he realized what happened pretty fast."
"You were lucky. Just bruised."
Jean pulled her shirt back down, and hoisted herself off the table.
"Now I resume my hunt for elusive Mr. Summers."
"Jeannie, maybe it would be a good idea to let him be…"
"I want to talk to him!"
"Let him be, so he can figure out…"
"I need to talk to him, Hank! I need to! He is so distraught today, and nobody knows where the hell he is!"
With that, she stormed out of the med lab, leaving Hank shaking his head.
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